Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.
Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself.
If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.
No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.
Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.
Philosophers write for professors; thinkers for writers.